Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
He loved that about her.
“She’s fine,” Quaid said. “I’ve changed her, fed her, and now we’re gonna have some tummy time while her mama takes her punishment.”
Indie squirmed and Slade slapped her thigh again.
Normally, he and Quaid were the spankers in the family. Spencer preferred corner times and orgasm denial.
Rock didn’t discipline her much. He left it up to them, which was fine. But today he’d gotten enough of a fright that he’d ended up spanking her. Slade could still feel the heat of her ass against his skin.
Rock slowly fed her as she sat on Slade’s firm dick. Slade didn’t want to wait any longer. They were all taking her tonight.
And that included Rock. So far he was living on hand and blow jobs.
But he was going to set aside this fear of hurting their girl and fuck her. Besides, he was hurting her by not taking her.
Lunch seemed to take forever. Every time she squirmed, he told her that the clock started again.
Rock and Spencer tidied everything up before Spencer took over Hope duty. It wouldn’t be much longer until she needed fed again and went down for a nap.
And then they were going to play properly with their girl.
Quaid walked over and Slade turned his chair around. His girl’s legs were hanging over his and he parted his thighs to open her up.
Quaid reached for her cardigan and top, stripping them off her. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Fuck.
Quaid kneeled between his legs and leaned in to kiss each of her nipples before he lowered his mouth to her pussy to play with her clit.
Indie let out a low cry of pleasure.
“Fuck. She’s clenching down around my dick,” Slade moaned.
It was almost too much. Where was his legendary control now?
“Good. I want her nice and wet for when she takes Rock’s dick,” Quaid said.
What? No! Rock signed.
“Ooh, I’m happy to help with that,” Spencer said, putting his hand up from where he lay on the floor next to Hope. “Soon as this one goes for her nap.”
“No,” Rock said, walking over to glare down at them all.
“Has to happen sometime, man,” Slade told him with some sympathy. He knew he was just worried about hurting her. “And she’s ready. Aren’t you, Boo?” He reached around to cup her breasts. He played with her nipples as Quaid continued to lick her pussy.
“So ready,” she groaned. “Please, Rock.”
He glowered at them all. I’ll hurt her.
“I trust you, Rock,” she said to him. “I know that you’d never hurt me. But if you’re not ready, we can wait. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
He still didn’t look happy, but then he sighed. We can try. Even just if you take a small part of me.
“Smile, man. You’re gonna get to fuck our girl, not going to your execution,” Spencer told him.
Rock scowled. Going to need a lot of lube. I will get it.
“Let him go,” Slade said to Indie as she tensed. “He’ll be back. And then we’re gonna take you all together. Our girl. Our life.”
Quaid thought about saying something.
But he was too busy enjoying his girl’s pussy to move. Not that he was going to let her come.
Oh no.
She’d been too naughty for that. Besides, she could come later around Rock’s monster cock.
“Please, please, please,” she cried.
He drew back as he felt her getting close to the edge.
“Nooo, you guys are so mean!” she said with a pout. “I want to come!”
“Poor baby girl,” he said with mock-sympathy.
She frowned up at him, and he lifted her off Slade’s cock. The other guy looked like he was going to faint, maybe from the lack of blood in his brain.
Quaid set her on his hip. “Time for a short nap, I think.”
“I don’t want a nap.”
“Oh, yes, you want this sort of nap.” He carried her into her bedroom and placed her on the bed.
“Can I at least take the plug out now?” she asked.
“No.” He smiled down at her. He wouldn’t say that he had suddenly become someone expressive and in touch with his emotions.
But he was attempting to show more of how he was feeling. Sometimes, he still found himself freezing, waiting for his father to berate him.
Then he had to remind himself that he was no longer under that tyrant’s thumb. That he had an amazing life while that bastard drank himself to death.
Lonely and isolated.
He headed into the bathroom and when he returned, he held a vibrating egg and a remote.
His girl let out a whimper and he found himself smiling again.
“You know, if I wasn’t concerned about how this next hour was going to go, I would love seeing you smile,” she told him.
He laughed as he kneeled between her legs and parted her pussy lips, sliding the egg inside her. “Just an hour?”